Freedom is like a man who kills himself
Each night, an incessant butcher, whose knife
Grows sharp in blood.


Transport to summer (ed. 1951)


Freedom is like a man who kills himself Each night, an incessant butcher, whose knife Grows sharp in blood.

Freedom is like a man who kills himself Each night, an incessant butcher, whose knife Grows sharp in blood.

Freedom is like a man who kills himself Each night, an incessant butcher, whose knife Grows sharp in blood.

Freedom is like a man who kills himself Each night, an incessant butcher, whose knife Grows sharp in blood.